Third Floor Common Room [Friday evening]
Celia had thought to simply sit on one of the sofas and read the book she'd gotten from the library. That sounded like a wonderful way to spend her first Friday evening here -- utterly relaxing.
That was until she sat down on upon one of the small black rectangles that seemed to control the television (she'd pieced together what it was and what it did from walking through common rooms the past week). The thing came to life with a blare of static and noise, and Celia watched as a thin man examined garments before what appeared to be a ragtag group of clowns.
"This concerns me," he informed one of them. And that was how Celia discovered Project Runway.
Before she knew it, she had been sitting in the common room for a solid quarter-hour, staring at the television. It wasn't until she began being inexplicably bombarded by ads that she realized she had been so mesmerized, despite the total lack of an actual story.
Television was amazing.
[open open open YES YAY IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY!
That was until she sat down on upon one of the small black rectangles that seemed to control the television (she'd pieced together what it was and what it did from walking through common rooms the past week). The thing came to life with a blare of static and noise, and Celia watched as a thin man examined garments before what appeared to be a ragtag group of clowns.
"This concerns me," he informed one of them. And that was how Celia discovered Project Runway.
Before she knew it, she had been sitting in the common room for a solid quarter-hour, staring at the television. It wasn't until she began being inexplicably bombarded by ads that she realized she had been so mesmerized, despite the total lack of an actual story.
Television was amazing.
[open open open YES YAY IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY!